Who has not heard of the Hero of our souls?
Our almighty Maker a man became.
Gladly foregoing the glory he had,
In love, as a lamb, came the Lion of Judah
To jealous judges was Jesus betrayed.
His followers fled then; in fear they scattered.
Submitting to malice, no mercy was shown him.
In courage he quaffed the cup of all woe
Thorned crown, fell cross the Christ endured.
Cruel spikes, spear thrust spilled his guiltless blood.
Man’s vilest vicious act victory ensured.
The tempter trembled; the triumph was not his.
God’s Son was slain; savagely tortured.
His broken body buried and guarded.
This hellish horror our hope secured.
From wrath we were rescued; our ransom he paid.
On Sunday the Son rose, the Savior victorious.
Soon death will die; done is his reign.
Freely by faith our fellowship mended:
The glory of God in grace revealed.
by Joel E Mitchell
Amen, perfect! “…and I was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of death and of Hades.”
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I was inspired by reading a bunch of “heroic age” Viking/Anglo-Saxon poetry – usually ends with the doomed hero dying gloriously…unless he happens to be God the Son 🙂
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It is so nice to have a happy ending to look forward to 🙂
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